city wanderer/ wonderer

I wandered today
around this city 

past the bright lights
of piccadilly- 

I know it's silly 

to wander all the time 

to turn each wondering 

into a rhyme, but I'm bored

so bored, so eventually,
I did board

another bus 

and on it I killed time 

by stringing together

the city's lines, 

text from billboards,
graffiti on walls

post-box warnings,  

signs adorning-
red bus, it went on
and on and on and on
past the home office,

parliament square

and trafalgar where

the fountains still spurt out

water and the lion watches on

as the sad busker sings his sad song

and the people, they congregate

to watch the horses parade

hmm London from a bus 

slow but to be fair
I could just stare
out of the window, forever

for London bus journey's are never
boring

stories exist all around
-imploring 

and the faces, I examine them 

from there, from my vehicle chair

from the back seat of a double decker bus

from above, I look, from above
this city exists for the-
wanderer/ wonderer...